Jam Patek Phillipe Ayah

My dad owns a Patek Phillipe. "You never really own a Patek Phillipe. You merely look after it for the next generation". That tagline says a lot about the quality and prestige of the swiss watchmaker.

We all know how much a Patek Phillipe watch is worth. For all those who dont know, a Patek Phillipe watch can cost hundreds of thousands of ringgit. You certainly will not get one for less than the price of an average family sedan. And I'm talking about foreign made family sedans. Not locally made ones.

However, my dad's Patek Phillipe costs Rm100. Yeap, its fake.

We're nowhere near poor but my dad could never afford a watch that costs the same as his children's education. All four of them. It aches me inside everytime any one of my siblings make fun of my dad's fake Patek Phillipe. I used to make fun of it myself in the past. But I am sure as hell that I will not make fun of it anymore.

Ayah has sacrificed a lot for his family. He never buys anything for himself. Not clothes, not perfumes, not watches not anything really.

Situation 1

"Ayah, kenapa ayah tak beli jam mahal sikit? Go la buy something for you, you work so hard, beli la something as a reward for yourself..baju ke...anything la, go splurgeeee, go buy something expensive for yourself"

"haha, ayah hang mana ada duit nak beli mahal mahal"

I joined him laughing.

"Ayah, aduh!!! Asal ayah pakai baju free pergi KLCC? Jom la we buy something nice for you. This time takyah nak beli yang ada 70% discount. Go get something you like. Sekali sekala beli baju mahal takpela"

"Haha, ayah hang mana ada duit nak beli mahal mahal"

Again, I joined him laughing.

"Ayah!! Raya kot! Tolonglaaaa beli baju lawa lawa sikit for yourself!! Mahal sikit takpela, setahun sekali"

''Haha, ayah hang mana ada duit nak beli mahal mahal"

This time instead of laughing along with him, I said to myself: "Ayah kedekut".

Situation 2

"Ayah, nak four thousand. Nak bayar tution fees"

"Ok, nanti ayah bagi"

"Ayah, angah nanti nak buat practical. Tak nak naik public transport. Ada kereta lagi senang angah nak ulang alik"

"Ok Faisal, nanti kita beli"

"Ayah, angah nak Gen 2, dalam thirty four thousand"

"Ok Faisal, nanti kita pergi book".

"Ayah nak duit beli baju, angah nak yang elok elok sikit"

"Ok Faisal, dua ratus cukup?"

"Ayah, angah dapat 3 pointer. Nak duit hadiah?"

"Ok Faisal, heres three hundred"

"Ayah, angah nak pergi PD dengan kawan kawan, Nak duit?"

"Ok Faisal, berapa ratus nak?"

"Ayah, angah nak beli something mahal sikit. Tak cukup duit. Nak duit?"

"Ok Faisal,berapa ratus hang tak cukup?".

My dad is asleep in his room while I'm outside in our "gazebo" ie a family area surrounded by ceiling high glass panes with an L shaped fish pond surrounding it. We tease my dad about calling the family area a gazebo because it is so obviously not one. When we tease him about calling it his gazebo, he'd go:

''Yela, ayah hang tak dak duit nak buat betul betul".

All of us would break into laughter. My dad would just smile.

That used to be funny. As I grew older making fun of my dad for owning a fake watch, wearing old clothes and being cheap in general suddenly wasnt funny anymore.

He couldve bought an expensive watch for himself instead of buying me (and my brother) a car. He could have sent all of us to public universities and not have to pay tens of thousands of ringgit in tuition fees every single year (My dad firmly belives MMU is the best, Well we are one of the best, we're the only private institution of higher learning in Malaysia that made it top 200 in Asia). He couldve used the hundreds of ringgits (perhaps thousands by now) he gave us to splurge and shop to buy things for himself.

But he didnt. Ayah has never complained about spending so much for us. Not even a sentence of complaint. Not even a word. Not even a sigh.

It never was "Ayah hang mana ada duit nak beli mahal mahal". It has always been "Ayah loves us more than Ayah loves himself ". What we want is more important to him than what he wants.

My dad is not cheap afterall. He does not spend on himself because he wants to save money. Not for himself, but for us. For our education. He wants to make sure we will live a good life in the future.

I'm going to get you a real Patek Phillipe one day.

Thanks dad. You Rock :).

Ada apa dengan Cinta? Part 2

Gadis D

Gadis D.

Taman Setiawangsa, Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur.

Circa 2003

It was around 6pm. I was jogging with my brother around Bukit Setiawangsa. We had jogged for about 40 minutes and were about done. We were heading home to our old house @ Puncak Setiawangsa.We were new there. We had just moved from Taiping, Perak.

As we made our way up a hill, we saw a young lady, presumably our age jogging. She wore dark blue gym pants, a white T and a white cap to match. I was mesmerized. Well, not mesmerized per se but I did stop on my tracks.

My oh my was she cute.

The next morning I saw a familiar face. She was a prefect, and a senior. I spent the entire day busting my brains out trying to remember where I saw her before.

After a few agonizing hours, it struck me.

She was Gadis D I saw jogging yesterday! She wore a tudung to school you see, so that's why it didn't immediately hit me that she was Gadis D when I first saw her earlier.

About a year later, I became a prefect myself. I'd secretly curi curi pandang her when we had our weekly meetings. I'm really good with all this espionage thing. Not once did she catch me curi curi pandang her.

My first crush in the garden city of lights.

Today Gadis D has started working, she graduated about a year ago. We're friends now.

Gadis D was my last serious crush.

The crushes that happened after Gadis D evolved into relationships. Relationships that has now ended.

The difference between the crushes that you have just read about and the relationships after that is that the memories of the crushes that I had will always be sweet ones. Ones where I can think about and laugh at for years to come.

As for the relationships, I cannot laugh about them. There's nothing funny about being dumped or dumping someone.

Ada apa dengan Cinta? Part 1

Gadis A, Gadis B, Gadis C.

Gadis A.

Newcastle Upon Tyne, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Circa 1993-1997

I think I was 5-6 years old when I first laid my eyes on Gadis A. She was sweet, kind and very cute. She was my classmate at Forest Hall Primary School.

During my 3 wonderful years at that school, I cant recall a single conversation I had with her. No guts I tell you. You see, I was horrified of girls. I cant talk to them. Especially the really cute ones (Up to this day this problem has not gone away completely, much to my embarrassment) .

Oh wait a minute..there was this one time she spoke to me. It was during the school assembly. She said sorry. I was sitting in front of her and she accidentally vomited on me.

She was part of the "popular' clique. Along with Lauren, whose grandparents lived in Paris and Rachel. I don't know much about Rachel except that she's pretty.

Gadis B.

Ipoh, Perak Darul Ridzuan.

1998-2000

It was a hot afternoon/evening-ish. I used to go to Puan Normah's house for tuition. It was a teeny weeny single story bungalow in the suburbs of Ipoh.

I first laid my eyes on Gadis B in a makeshift classroom at the back of Puan Normah's house. It had cement flooring, ugly as hell and smelled just as bad. Mosquitoes were everywhere.When I got there, gadis B was busy writing something. I remembered staring at her throughout the entire 2 hour class.

She had this soft girly look. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she had this certain gadis ayu quality that just melted me. My first serious crush.

I went back home that day thinking about her day and night. The following year she became my classmate. In true Faisal fashion, I hardly spoke to her.

It's a small world. She's studying in MMU now. She looked a lot like she did the last time I saw her. Which was about ten years ago.

Gadis C

Taiping, Perak Darul Ridzuan.

2001-2003

I met Gadis C at Puan Normalina's house. I used to go there for tuiton (Tuition centres are places where one can find love =D).

Gadis C was my first crush in Taiping. You know, when I think about it..I think she had the hots for me too...

I used to message her a lot. I'm not so sure about phone calls, my memory isn't that good but I'm pretty confident that we did call each other a few times. She's smart and pretty.

Basically she's sugar spice and everything nice. Perfect candidate right? WRONG.

Her dad. Her dad is the WRONG in WRONG. Extremely garang. That guy freaked me out and scared me shitless.

One fateful day, my Nokia 3310 rang. "she" was calling me out of the blue. I picked up happily thinking that she wanted to bergayut with me. Instead of her girlish voice, I heard a deep manly snarl on the other end of the line.

"SAPE NI????"

"er......." *gulp* (shit! It's her dad, what am I going to do??)

"SAPE NI????"

"er...." *double gulp**double shit*

"SIAPA INI?????????" *Help me god...*

By the third time he asked "SIAPA NI??", he lost it. He began shouting and cursing. I dont really remember what he said but it wasn't very pleasant. His parting words were:

"KAMU JANGAN KACAU NUMBER INI LAGI!"

Good god dude..you need to take a chill pill.

Well, that was practically the end of Gadis C's "adventure" with me. We met again a few times at Puan Nurmalina's house but I'm guessing her dad scares her shitless too. Because since the night of "SAPE NI????", there wasn't any more messages from her..no phone calls...no nothing.

Happy Birthday SHAF!!!!

Dah tua dah kamu ye.haha

Pi la daftar undi tuuuu

Tapi jgn ckp hang sokong sapa

Kang hang jadi penduduk Kemunting haha

Tan Sri Jun!!!

Tan Sri. One of my many nicknames. I am also known as Che' Mat, Sal, Cal, Pecal, Fesal, angah and Jun.

Tan Sri:

Anis calls me Tan Sri. I in turn call her Datin Seri. Classy? haha, uh huh, ok~~

Che' Mat@Ahmad:

My parents call me this. My uncles, aunties and older sibling/cousins simply call me "Mat".

That's a unique feature of my extended family.

All the young male members will be referred to as "Mat" by the senior members of our family.

Angah:

My younger siblings call me this. My younger cousins also call me this. It's either angah or abangah. In my opinion, angah does not sound as cool as abang. Starting from Tihani (cutest most adorable little girl in the whole wide world), my 4 going to 5 year old cousin, I am trying to train my young baby cousins to call me Abang Faisal.

Sal:

My common nickname.

It is my nickname of choice.

The nickname I would have on my jersey if I were a Premiership Footballer.

Mat is a true supporter of the nickname Sal. He has publicly announce his hatred for the nickname ''Cal"

Those who call me Sal include: Mat, Zayd and Sue, Peng and Mamu.

Cal:

My other common nickname.

I personally prefer Sal over Cal...

I make it known that I prefer Sal instead of Cal..but people still keep on calling me Cal.

So I made my peace with it.

Those who call me Cal includes: Fared, Shuq, Tuan Aji Redza, Lai and my housemates.

Pecal:

Rabi calls me Pecal. One day Rabi suddenly out of the blue decided to call me Pecal. It reminded her of a tasty malay salad-like thing. Rabi eats too much.

Somehow the nickname stuck. So everytime I call Rabi or vice versa I would hear:

''Peeccaaalllllll!!!!!!" She likes to shout at people who call her for no apperant reason. Unique one this one.

Fesal:

My third common nickname. Everyone calls me this. There are some abbriviations though.

Example: Rima would sometimes call me Fesalun, Shaf would sometimes call me Fesol.

Jun:

Sharul calls me Jun. Derived from "Junid".

I call her Surti.

Back in highschool, for some odd reason, my ex-girlfriend used to call me Johnny.

One day, Sharul decided to jawakan the nickname. She sent me a text message while I was lepaking at a friend's house:

"Johnny -> John -> Junid -> Jun"

So i replied:

"Sharulniza -> Sharul -> Surtie -> Su"

That was at least 3 years ago. It's amazing how a thing so trivial can last that long :).

Hey everyone, my name is Mr. Jun =D

Monday July 20th 2009

The weather outside is really hot. Heck, not just outside, it's really hot here inside too.

It's 3.26PM. I have class at 4PM.

God give me strength.

*urghh*

MACC: Murderers?

Maybe. Maybe they did kill him. It's definitely a maybe.

Wait. Hang on a minute.

Why would the government choose to kill a person who they publicly despise in such a controversial manner? A manner so controversial that it made people come up with theories linking his death to the federal government. People all over Malaysia are saying that his death was a government planned murder.

Wouldn't it be so much more easier to play safe and just cut the brake cables of his car? That way not that many people would come up with theories linking the federal government to his death? It'll be so much more easier to cover up. And! No one would be demanding the formation of a Royal Commission to investigate the "murder". Most people would just accept the fact that his death was caused by a" car accident".

Oh. Here's a thought. Maybe he did just accidentally fell off a window while trying to get some fresh air after 8 hours ( I think? ) of interrogation? Maybe he leaned his back on a window, not knowing that the window was unlocked? The window he fell out from is huge by the way. Anyone could have fallen out from it.

Why does everyone have to be so negative and hateful. It may just be an accident. Don't just simply accuse people of murder. It's a very serious accusation. Let the law take it's course.

Let me remind you that the doctors who conducted the post mortem on his body confirmed that his death was caused by injuries he sustained due to the fall. I think it's safe to say that we can probably rule out speculations that he was murdered and his body thrown out of a window to stage a suicide. Unless you want to accuse the result of the post mortem as a government conspiracy...

I support the formation of an independent Royal Commission though. That way everyone would be happy and no one would be shouting foul. Hopefully.

Let's all just hope that no one would accuse the Royal Commission of being just another government conspiracy too....( Nowadays everything is a government conspiracy eh? )

His death saddened many people including myself. I was heartbroken upon learning the fact that he left behind an unborn baby. Emotions are running high all over the country. I hope Ronnie Liu's throat is OK after one heck of a lot of shouting. Classy eh? Barging into a government office, kicking and screaming...nice to know that our EXCO's are sensible and very professional.

Lets all be very civilised here. Don't play blame games. It's not fair for anyone if everyone starts pointing fingers at one another.

May Teoh Beng Hock R.I.P

Was it a murder? Or was it an accident? Hold your judgements for now. It's too early to say anything. May the truth prevail soonish :)

* Writing this piece reminds me of a certain case about a person who was accused of sodomizing a young man. It's the second time he was brought to court to face allegations of committing sodomy. People say it's a government conspiracy.

Honestly people..why sodomy? Why would they use sodomy as a strategy to "kill off" this person's political career? Are you that stupid Mr. Government? No one would ever buy that crap.

Why would you falsely accuse a person of a crime he was acquitted off in the past for the second freaking time? It would be so much more easier to just accuse him of something that he wasn't accused of and subsequently acquitted from in the past. Every Tom Dick and Harry knows that.

BUT WAIT! Maybe...just maybe..the government isn't that stupid ( honestly, who is?) after all ?. Maybe there isn't any government conspiracy? Maybe he did commit the crime?

Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. The truth will come out sooner or later :)

I just hope that people think using their logic and not their emotions. When emotions defeat logic, you tend to (and you will) lose so much.

21!!!!!

I am 21 years old.

Week 4: Miss Manique Cooray, Mr. Felix Idrissa Bigirimana, Mr. Ahmad Aqeil.

Week 4, Scene 1,Miss Manique Cooray:

7.30am: Woke up

7.40am: Showered

8.10am: Arrived in class

8.20am: "Faisal....what are you doing?" "You don't belong in this class do you?"

8.40am: "Faisal, I want to see you after class"

8.41am: *gulp*

9.00am:

"Faisal...what are you doing?"

"Sorry ma'am...I woke up late..."

"Faisal....you are way way behind...even behind my weakest students...you don't belong in that category of students...I have said what I needed to say. You do not belong with the weak students. Now it is up to you to change"

WHAM! That was all I needed to motivate me. "You don't belong in that category of students"...It's a wonder how a simple but honest statement from your lecturer can change you inside.

I know I will be snapped at angrily by Miss Manique many many more times this semester but I dont mind. It's for my own good. Thank you ma'am.

Week 4, Scene 2, Mr. Felix Idrissa Bigirimana:

7.30am: Woke up

7.45am: Showered

8.10am: Arrived in class

"Excuse me, what are you doing here? Are you sure you are in the right class?"

"Err..yes sir...I'm sorry I'm late"

"You have missed 4 classes...you cannot pass...I will not give you participation marks"

*GULP*

9.00am:

"Sir..I am sorry..."

"Why did you miss so many classes..."

"......."

"You are a good student....you cannot go on like this or your grades will suffer..."

"I know you are a good student....don't put that to waste...please study hard because only then can you succeed in life brother"

WHAM! "I know you are a good student"

That simple sentence made me want to study harder....I went back and I straight away opened my lecture notes and studied for 3 hours straight....and I haven't stopped studying on a regular basis since then.

Mr.Felix, thank you for those much needed words of encouragement. Honestly.

Week 4, Scene 3, Mr. Ahmad Aqeil:

5.00pm: "Sir...I'm sorry I missed so many classes"

5.00pm: "Why did you miss so many classes?"

5.01pm: "I've had some personal problems...I don't want to be in MMU"

* Mr.Aqeil gave a long speech about how to succeed in life, how I need to finish off my degree here in MMU. I told him I wanted to be a politician. He said politics is very hard.

"You need to be very smart". "So you need to study very hard. I told him I'm not THAT passionate about my law degree. I told him I liked political science. He straight away said "Look around you. Most of the politicians nowadays are lawyers". He gave Barack Obama as an example.

He said something along the line of no pain no gain. He told me a story about his friend, a medical student who studied under street lights because his family couldnt afford to pay high electricity bills. He told me his friend was focused and nothing distracted him from his goal.

"If a human being really focuses on something, there is nothing that he cannot do"

I could see the passion in his eyes, how much he wanted to lift me out from a dump and put me in a better place. I could see how hard he tried to convince me that I should stay focused, study hard and be a successful person.

Earlier he told the class: " I would very much like to see my students ending up as ministers...and saying things like, "Sir, please come and ride with me in my BMW".

He later said, "However, I would not like it so much if one day you say: "Sir, please come and ride with me in my Saga".

The whole class laughed.

5.17pm: "Do not worry about your attendance. I just hope I will see much change from you"

Thanks Mr.Aqeil for helping me. You're one cool lecturer.

The three scenes that happened above really motivated me. I'm gonna rock my world. Wish me luck :)

Najib Razak

To be honest, I'm a supporter of UMNO. However, just because i support UMNO, it does not mean i support UMNO blindly. There are certain UMNO leaders that i loathe. However, I am a firm supporter of our Prime Minister.

People can say what they want about Datuk Seri Najib, but the fact is this ladies and gentleman: There are no strong evidence that can convict him of abetting with the murder of a certain Mongolian model.

People make up stories about people they don't like. My philosophy is simple. It's an ancient Roman philosophy if I'm not mistaken.

"Innocent until proven guilty". So, in accordance with that philosophy, in my opinion, Datuk Seri Najib is innocent of all accusations thrown against him by people who don't like him.

People may argue that the only reason Najib is not behind bars right now is because the Royal Malaysian Police is afraid of him. That reason seems to be very believable because well, he's the darn DPM (then) for god's sake. A very powerful man. And because of that, i think it's perfectly OK for people to accuse him of abetting with the murder of the Mongolian model. Because it's believable.

With all that being said, i want to ask you. How sure are you? Are you a hundred percent sure that he ordered the killing of the poor Mongolian model? Are you a hundred percent sure that the source where you got the "information" linking Najib to the murder is not telling lies?

Are you a hundred percent sure the source you got your information from got his source from a trustworthy person? If you are not sure or if you cannot come up with concrete evidence, by all means, give the dude a break.

He just passed his 100 days in office and things are looking pretty good. The man is clearly doing his job properly. It's high time we stop reading political shits that cannot be proven true.

Raja Petra Kamaruddin has yet to produce evidence. I've read somehwere that he's a bankrupt. Why oh why are you people relying on information from this man who has got zero credibility? Who is RPK? What has he done for the country?

Simple. The answer is nothing. He talks or more accurately writes a lot, blaming people there, accusing people here, generally complaining about oh so many things. Markings of a great man? Nope. More like the markings of a sad middle-aged bankrupt.

He is championed by the opposition just because he is on their side. Believe me, if RPK was on the government's side, the opposition will be asking everyone high and low about RPK's credibility.

Wake up Malaysia, before it's too late.

Durian

Why the hell durian? Why not a name that actually means something? Like "youth of today" or "tree hugger"?

Well, let me tell you a thing or two about the horrendously ugly yet addictive and super tasty fruit called the durian.

You see, durians are loved in Malaysia,Indonesia,Singapore,some parts of Southern Thailand and...........the list stops there. It is loathed, hated and shunned upon in every other country on the face of planet earth. Most of the time, it's because of the smell.

Western durian haters labeled the fruit as foul smelling. Disgustingly revolting they would say. They even went as far as banning the darn fruit from their airports and their aeroplanes. A western reality TV show even made eating a darn ulas of durian a dare....it's either you chose to eat an ulas of durian or a pair of boiled bull testicles: some of them opted for the pair of divine tasting bovine balls.

You see, that's the beauty of this god-awful looking fruit. It looks just about as appetizing as a plate of deep fried bull balls on the outside.

BUT. Once you peeled off the thick outer layer of the fruit, you'll gain access to little ulases of heaven, in the form of yellow,creamy,moist and sweet "nuggets". Those westerners have absolutely no idea what they're missing on. Oh well, that probably means there will be more for us so im not complaining.

Durians to me, are also a symbol of racial harmony and cooperation between the races in Malaysia. Malays, Chinese,Indians and all the other races living in Malaysia loves to eat durian.

Loving to eat the fruit is one of the things all the races in Malaysia have in common.

Durian. A symbol of national unity and a 'lesson' which teaches us to not judge a book it's cover.

Those are the reasons why i chose durian as a nickname.

Hello =)

idk wht to write.toodles.